The fish swam to the surface in groups,
Occasionally there are fish jumping out of the water,
water waves on the creek,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
spring,
Like the melody of musical notes beating on Geum-hyun,
Turned over and fell into the water again,
Breathing in the fresh air with your mouth open,
The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,
The splash of the creek and the fine grain of sand,
Watching the outside world carefully,
The cicadas on the trees and the frogs in the lotus pond,
Knead out some fine murmurs,
There is a bridge over the creek,
danced lightly,
As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
Can' t tell which is a flower and which is a butterfly
Glittering in the faint starlight,
The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
Room equipment of 147 Hot
into the stream,
The reeds sway in the evening wind,
A breeze blows,
lush water plants,
sometimes lift it up,
The mirror-like surface of the water undulates,
The long branches on the side of the bridge hang in a string,
Arouse circles of ripples,
Compose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,
The grass that just sticks its head out,
The flowers follow the breeze,
attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,
Bend it now and then,